I am a child of September, Born beneath The chambers of sins and secrets, I shed my wings when the sun Dance in the sangria skies And you see me in colors After the northern lights
Once upon a time, I was a speck of dust in the universe Wearing the voice notes Of a lost dandelion seed, Floating with the dying leaves In quest of salvation
Armed with a pot of wisdom, I step out of the shadows And walk side by side with the sun, I ask the wind To scatter the dandelion wishes Clipped to my wings And take me away to places I've only seen in my wildest dreams
I am a child of September, The body language And remnants of love as old as time Lying on a bed of perennial hope, I wrap myself In summer's fading glow Waiting for the autumn light to touch me.
A lone girl and a familiar song play solitude on repeat, a picture of nostalgia framed in my mind like a forlorn autumn leaf
The moment between saying goodbye and leaving is a storm brewing over the horizon, a tug of war in my chest asking, Should I walk away or stay?
Sometimes, 'I loved you a little more than I loved myself' is a lie we tell ourselves to wipe the crumbs of sins and guilt, the remnants of what we don't want to remember, So, You turn a page and touch another life to feel and revive What died before death
Hoping it will grow again somewhere far away from where it lost its meaning.
09.17.21 #combination of everything that steals your sleep. Good night.☁
You're like a song on the playlist of this heartache strumming the chords of my pain over and over again.
Nostalgia is looking at me with sad eyes, watching me suffer from undiagnosed Last Song Syndrome stuck to my vocal cords.
The music is over still, I keep humming, a desperate attempt to remember which part of the lyrics we went out of tune and began hurting each other.
Was it when you sang all by yourself when we're supposed to go on a duet? Or when I paused to catch my breath because I knew we're off-key?
You're like a song on the playlist of this heartache the anthem of this pain, the hymn I always sing even if the melody that links our heartbeats and breaths is a lonely refrain I sing alone in the rain.
@murryben aaj thoda cringe banta hai. You are one of the sweetest soul I found here. Happy walla birthday babe I'm sorry, I'm bad at expressing, but thank you for always inspiring me, motivating me and being my lucky charm. I wish you all the happiness and joy, good health and the happy walla forever. ❤
Thank you for being my friend and I lub you I guess I'm your friend or am I not? Ha bolna warna I'm gonna cry
Ps: I couldn't think of a title, but because we are melancholic we dance in happiness! I hope it makes sense
There's many a lonesome daisy where never a child can be,
And many a lone little brooklet is dancing away to the sea;
Yet children must stay in the city with only dull walls in view,
As if there were never a brooklet and never a daisy grew!
--Today, write a poem or prose about growing differently.-- Define growth in your own unique way!